Chapter 1193
Leon’s long ears twitched atop his head, and his fox-like, pointed muzzle curled into a subtle smirk. A deep, guttural Abyssal tongue spilled from his lips.
In an instant, black smoke billowed before Leon, and a pitch-black shield over a meter tall materialized. Its surface bore the image of a Hellgate Demon Lord, the shield itself resembling the demon lord’s armor, covered in intricate patterns.
The moment the shield appeared, the gaunt Reapers—each resembling a humanoid mantis—could no longer restrain themselves. One by one, they shrieked and lunged at Leon.
Those pitch-black blades struck the shield, scattering dense sparks with every blow. The clangor rang out incessantly as Leon controlled the shield, spinning it rapidly around his body, blocking every Reaper’s blade.
Seated calmly, Leon chanted another Abyssal spell. Black flames coalesced into a whip three or four meters long. Its burning handle gripped firmly in Leon’s hand, he flicked it casually—sending a Reaper flying backward.
Black flames spread across the Reaper’s body. In less than two seconds, the Reaper was writhing alive; after three or four seconds more, it was reduced to a charred, blackened corpse.
Leon cracked the flaming whip repeatedly. Any Reaper struck by it was instantly ignited by black fire, their bodies burning alive—dead within seconds.
In less than half a minute, only charred corpses remained scattered across the ground…
Leon dispelled the flame whip, not even bothering to collect materials from the Reapers’ bodies.
The spell Pain Lash takes the form of a whip burning with black flames. It’s hardly an offensive spell—almost no demon bothers using it in combat.
Only in some Abyssal mines do overseers wield Pain Lash whips to strike lazy slave laborers. The fiery sting and lash pain are amplified many times, but even the weakest slave tough enough to survive the mines would need at least a dozen lashes to be killed…
These Reapers—the strongest among them died after two lashes, the rest were pitifully weak…
Dispelling Pain Lash, Leon turned to look in another direction.
"You have three seconds to crawl out here. Otherwise, don’t bother coming out at all."
Before Leon finished speaking, a fleshy ball rolled out from behind a boulder twenty meters away. The dark green mass tumbled and crawled to within three meters of Leon, letting out a miserable, wailing cry.
"Great Abyssal spellcaster, please have mercy! I truly didn’t mean to spy on your majestic face! Spare my lowly life—I swear loyalty, let me be your servant…"
Leon stared blankly at the humanoid creature sprawled on the ground, not daring to lift its head.
Its skin was entirely dark green, its head shaped like a deformed gourd. About one and a half meters tall, with thick limbs—fairly sturdy, but most importantly, it radiated a level twenty-four aura…
"Raise your ugly head. Stand up…"
Leon barked uncertainly.
The creature on the ground wailed even louder, like it was being tormented by a Pain Banshee.
"Great Abyssal spellcaster, please have mercy! I swear I’ll be your most loyal servant. I dare not gaze upon your handsome, mighty visage—I would never profane…"
Leon touched his own cheek, now certain—any creature this shameless and sycophantic, with a level twenty-four aura, cowering before a level fifteen minor demon, could only be one thing.
To call a minor demon’s fox-like, ugly face handsome and mighty—only an Abyssal Goblin would stoop that low. No other creature in the entire Endless Abyss could match their shamelessness.
These guys are as timid as maggots. If you ranked the most cowardly, shameless creatures in the Abyss, Abyssal Goblins would take second—no other species would dare claim first.
Leon reached out and conjured a whip of crimson flame, lashing it hard across the Abyssal Goblin’s back.
"Stand up."
With a crisp snap, even with its face buried in the dirt, the Abyssal Goblin leapt up instantly, then stood statue-still beside Leon, head bowed.
Now that it was standing, Leon realized—it was actually an Abyssal Bear Goblin, the most formidable breed among Abyssal Goblins.
But a level twenty-four Abyssal Bear Goblin, afraid of a level fifteen minor demon?
Damn, the books really can’t capture how bizarre these creatures are. Just a spell-casting minor demon—does this guy really think I’m an Abyssal spellcaster?
Actually, that’s not wrong. Minor demons are still a demon race, and in the Abyss, anything that casts spells like a mage is usually a demon or a creature with demon blood.
Leon jumped down from the corpse of the Eight-legged Crocodile and pointed at the Abyssal Bear Goblin.
"Hey, you—take this guy’s corpse and lead the way to your tribe’s gathering place."
The Abyssal Bear Goblin bowed its head and hurried to the Eight-legged Crocodile’s corpse, hoisting its tail onto its shoulder. That stout, one-and-a-half-meter-tall body carried the seven or eight meter long crocodile with surprising ease.
"Great Abyssal spellcaster, my name is Octavius. Just call me Octavius, sir. Please, follow me."
Leon curled his lip, saying nothing. This guy was shameless enough to make up a name on the spot—Octavius? He just took it from the Eight-legged Crocodile right in front of him.
Octavius carried the Eight-legged Crocodile’s corpse, baring his teeth as he led the way. Whenever another creature appeared, he’d glare with his frog-like eyes and curse viciously.
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"Are your maggot eyes blind? This is the prey of the great Abyssal spellcaster. I am his most loyal servant! You filthy lot, get lost—unless you want to be tossed into a volcano and fed to the fire demons!"
Octavius marched forward, chest puffed out, carrying the Eight-legged Crocodile’s corpse. Sure enough, no other creatures dared make a move.
After half an hour’s walk, they reached the foot of a barren mountain. Suddenly, many rocks on the mountainside began to move—a horde of Abyssal Bear Goblins rushed down, wielding bone and stone clubs.
Seeing the crowd, Octavius immediately dropped the Eight-legged Crocodile’s corpse, somehow producing a bone club over a meter long, and charged forward, howling.
That thick bone club smashed into a goblin’s head, shattering most of it. Then Octavius, as if on berserk potion, swung his club and killed three goblins who tried to rush the crocodile corpse, maiming several others.
In an instant, the dozens of frenzied Abyssal Bear Goblins dared not advance. They stared at Octavius in fear, ignoring the three unlucky ones lying dead on the ground.
"You bunch of idiots! How dare you steal prey—this is the great Abyssal spellcaster’s kill. I follow him now, as his most loyal servant.
You filthy fools, want your skulls smashed?"
Octavius cursed viciously at the Abyssal Bear Goblins, bone club waving. At that moment, Leon slowly walked up from behind.
Instantly, dozens of Abyssal Bear Goblins—each at least level twenty—dropped to the ground, faces buried in the dirt, trembling violently as if confronted by a dragon.
Leon watched these creatures, unsurprised. In the Abyss, slaughter and war are eternal—two beings sharing a meal one moment might be fighting to the death the next. It’s just how things are.
Even among the same tribe, killing one’s own is normal. Might makes right—if you’re weak, you deserve to die, and no one will spare you a glance.
Abyssal Bear Goblins will cower before anything they can’t handle, but when they spot easy prey, they turn into bandits and thugs.
If a level twenty-eight or twenty-nine Reaper showed up, these guys would rush to kill and eat it without hesitation.
But even a newly hatched Abyssal Black Dragon—eyes still closed—would leave them paralyzed with fear.
They’ll never provoke creatures with superior bloodlines or those backed by powerful allies…
Leon couldn’t be bothered to lecture them, just pointed at the Eight-legged Crocodile’s corpse behind him.
"Go, skin this thing and sell it at the nearest demon fortress. Prepare a clean room for me."
Octavius immediately kicked away a sycophant trying to cozy up, then bowed and led the way for Leon.
Once Leon vanished, the goblins with faces buried in the dirt sprang to life, madly rushing toward the Eight-legged Crocodile’s corpse.
A drooling mob didn’t dare act out; the tribe’s best skinner went to work, carefully peeling the crocodile’s hide. Then, in less than ten seconds, the goblins tore the seven or eight meter beast into chunks no bigger than thirty centimeters…
Ten minutes later, not a scrap of meat remained on the crocodile’s bones; even the bones were cracked open and the marrow devoured.
After shooing out a bashful female Abyssal Bear Goblin, Leon began pondering his next move.
If all goes well, I’ll find a safe place and break through to level forty soon. Then my soul can escape the Abyss and reclaim my body.
With a natural semi-plane as a foundation, using its resources to reach level forty quickly shouldn’t be too difficult.
For most Abyssal creatures, even demons, the first limit to leveling up is bloodline, the second is pure magical energy.
Abyssal magic is powerful, but too volatile and filled with chaotic impurities. Relying on devouring it to advance only gets harder over time—eventually, you might not gain a single level in centuries, and once bloodline limits hit, you could stagnate for thousands of years.
That’s why Abyssal creatures are so easily summoned to other planes—even demons, when they sense a summoning contract, will usually sign and go.
Especially in the Northend World—the most complete world, with stable magic—almost every Abyssal creature can find suitable energy to consume.
Breaking free of bloodline limits—the best chance is to go to another plane. Pure magic, abundant resources, beautiful environments: that’s what Abyssal creatures dream of.
Most importantly, Leon had not forgotten how he was nearly killed by so-called allies. If it weren’t for the Book of Death and the Chapter of Worlds, he would truly be finished this time—no matter how powerful, no one could withstand the force unleashed when a minor plane was destroyed.
Sterlin and Bilbo had also reincarnated here; there’s no way they’d let such a rare opportunity to kill Leon slip by…
After some thought, Leon drank a bit of Magic Water, slowly raising his level, and had Octavius gather the tribe of Abyssal Bear Goblins.
In less than half a day, when Octavius saw Leon again, he realized Leon had already leveled up from fifteen to sixteen. Octavius became even more cautious, not daring to raise his head.
Within ten minutes, a group of Abyssal Bear Goblins, heads lowered like frightened chicks, shuffled together. Over a hundred of them gathered, their gear consisting of bone clubs, and some even wielded the bones of that Eight-legged Crocodile as weapons.
They looked like a miserable gang of bandits. In the world of Northrend, even a group of twenty-something bandits would appear far stronger than these guys—at least they wouldn’t use untreated beast bones as weapons.
Leon distributed all the energy crystals he’d traded for with the Eight-legged Crocodile’s hide to the Abyssal Bear Goblins. Instantly, the previously terrified goblins became as if they’d taken berserker potions, howling and waiting for Leon’s command to go on a rampage…
Energy crystals—just a piece the size of a fingernail—were treasures to the Abyssal Bear Goblins. These crystals were the currency of the Abyss, containing relatively pure magic. Compared to the abyssal magic in the air, the magic in these crystals was far purer.
Demons with wealth, power, and connections absorbed magic from energy crystals from birth. Yet to Leon, these crystals were just inferior energy fragments—worse even than the magic cores of low-level magical beasts in Northrend.
After handing out a pile of inferior energy crystals, the bandit-like Abyssal Bear Goblins began to fight for their Abyssal spellcaster lord, seizing territory…
Nine kilometers away, a group of Evil Baboons with flaming hair and six arms were entrenched. Within ten kilometers, they were the largest force besides the Abyssal Bear Goblin tribe.
The key point was that the Evil Baboons occupied a small volcano, which produced Abyssal Magisteel. Demonic stewards often came to collect Abyssal Magisteel ore from the baboons, paying them only by sparing their lives and giving them a pittance of inferior energy crystals.
Essentially, these dim-witted Evil Baboons were just there to guard the Abyssal Magisteel vein—and serve as free miners.
For the first time, the entire Abyssal Bear Goblin army set out, and naturally, their master Leon led the way.
They fought their way to the volcano, where over a hundred Evil Baboons immediately charged out, roaring in anger.
"For our great master! Crush these fools! The master has promised all energy crystals we find will be our reward—charge!"
Octavius raised a massive leg bone from some unknown creature, howling as he charged.
At the mention of energy crystals, the Abyssal Bear Goblins—always bullies of the weak—had their eyes go red. The Evil Baboons before them now looked like walking piles of energy crystals…
In an instant, the Abyssal Bear Goblins went berserk, throwing themselves into battle without regard for life or death. The fighting was brutal and chaotic, with no skill but plenty of blood and madness.
One Abyssal Bear Goblin smashed an Evil Baboon’s skull with a bone club, only to have another baboon tear his throat apart…
An Evil Baboon spat fire, turning a goblin’s head to charcoal. Before it could howl in triumph, three or four red-eyed Abyssal Bear Goblins smashed its head into a bloody pulp…